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Is it all about me, myself and me Or you, yourself and you C’mon, isn’t it about us So quiet down your whine So confounded is the world It’s lost its spin How about we manage its avoidance An intentional way § “Associate yourself with people of good quality, for it is better to be…

My life resembles a clock constant swaying be that as it may, estimated each nanosecond cherished hells chimes are calling is it time for a retribution? Rewind the clock, I say favor me one more day my proceeded voyage here will be without dread as the pendulum swings a frictionless turn entrancing movement…

I want to plant the seed. Yes indeed, empower those in need. My days are not done I rise with the sun Nights are mine to keep I have no fear of sleep As long as I awaken My life not forsaken What’s that you say? Yes, I’m more than okay I’m happy to be…

You know life’s not in a box tied with a bow not a one size fits all not just checking a box not a wanderlust ramble or a preamble to gamble life’s an unfolding puzzle each piece is a chapter each moment is a capture each second filled with rapture things a newborn should…

While we appreciate frivolities also, a plenty of peculiarities What we read might be cushioned, be that as it may, credible stuff? What we read some fakery, or conceivably a glitch? What we read a play on words, however one and done? What we perused good ‘ol fashioned, however confused? What we read can misdirect,…

exceeding expectations convincing your change sense of self you’re offering? more than twice? thrice? calibrated to flawlessness? disordered fractals result in debasement, intrusion will in general delight in any case, befuddle fractals in mayhem = debilitation? fractals in movement = flawlessness? maybe to be flawless is lawless Come in for coffee and chatting at BrewNSpew -Eugenia…

A mysterious showcase of nature outside Sending profound contemplations on a smooth ride Wounded recollections caught in my walk Give woeful occasions a chance to be thrown away I see no essentialness in feeling inauspicious My measure of bliss filled to the edge § My other blog BrewNSpew -Eugenia http://www.lovethispic.com/image/114570/a-magical-night

In a universe so huge there exists our role What part we play from everyday made the past characterizes the present also, births what’s to come. Given just a single opportunity to assume our role we should share or everlastingly seal our destiny surrendering to the feared dark gap. Secretive and thick showing little sense…